
Once more my penchant for collecting car license plates helps me with a prompt.

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This is a favourite German Easter treat. No, it’s not a chocolate cockroach as our American friends suspected and only asked me incredulously: “WHY?” It’s a May beetle made of chocolate.

I’m not really back from holidays. I don’t want to be back. But I peaked in today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt and I couldn’t resist sharing this photo. It’s a queue. A queue of flamingoes. They did come closer to our resort’s beach and I will show photos of them at a later stage. But how could I resist this prompt?
BTW: The fly by (actually quite a few fly byes during half an hour) was spectacular.
… up up in the sky!
I had no plans on taking part in any challenges next week. We have a very excited grandson here who is waiting avidly for his holiday with his dad and his grandparents beginning on Sunday. There will be a lot of firsts for him: first time going south, first time at the seaside, the Mediterranean in fact, first time in a non-German speaking country (except for a short weekend with a border hop to France), and the first time on a plane.
We will be leaving Frankfurt – flying over the only city in Germany who has something akin to a skyline.
Our plane will probably not be as colourful as those two:


Since we will be inside it doesn’t matter.
We will be up in the air, leaving only a jet stream behind.
Which may look like this if the virgin passenger can’t stop wriggling excitedly in his seat:
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: The Sky Is the Limit
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Roof tiles


Timber & Tiles

Timber


Cee’s Midweek Madness: Old Brick Colors
Wordless Wednesday
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After our misunderstanding last weekend ( –> Henry’s Ordeal ) we were treated with some disdain by our cat. He looked away purposefully whenever we tried to approach him:

I resorted to bribery:

It seems to have worked; the men were united once again:

Whereas I was noticeably considered an intruder:

“What’s a matter, you!? Gotta no respect?!”
From age 13 to age 18 I was packed off during summer to family friends living in our twinned town in Provence. Cavaillon is known as the capital of melons, and everywhere in Provence are fields of lavender. For me, these two scents – ripe melons and lavender blooms – conjure up innummerable memories.
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Common Scents
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